The Story of The Bloody Beaver

Hours of build-up, just say the word
I can't help but fight off this sensible urge
My mind is screaming my intent
Only something else is in charge, my mind is exempt
 
Things are now quite heated
Not sure how long my impulses can keep seated
Two snake's tongues licking venom
Only I want more, it’s the only serum.
 
Close the blinds and lock the door
Your hands on me, god damn, I want more!
I put my lips against your thighs
With the warm reward of your sighs
 
I take things further and we both find gold
My head in your lap and as you grab a firm hold
I trace the path for the final sprint
As I look down and see a red glint
 
That’s not what we were going for
What's this in my mouth, god damn, please, no more!
Clean the sheets and wash my mouth
Certainly, this I never want to talk about.